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Cricket in Kochi: Rain, Rain Go Away

(Photograph by Rajeev Prasad)The Kochi weather cannot wash away the memory of the T20 win.Even as the rain gods threaten to play spoil sport, fans are high and hoping for another exciting game in Kochi. Kochi has always been favourable to the Indian team.Four of five games played here have gone to the Indian side.

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